Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.